However there was someone dressed in crimson red in full Chinese silk apparel. It was one of those form-fitting red dress. To be completely masked, she had a headdress on with a piece of red cloth over it. Which pretty much meant that she couldn’t see what the hell was going on. A English lord walked up to her and asked with an English accent, “My what an interesting costume you have.”
With a thick Chinese accent, she answered in English, “I am a bride waiting for my beloved. I presume that you are an English lord.”
“How astute you are. Would you care to dance with me?”
“I do not know, honorable lord, I am to wait for my beloved.”
“If he were truly your beloved, he would not have kept you waiting,” he said softly.
“Yes, but it is custom for me to wait for him.”
“Don’t you ever wish that you can defy that custom?”
“Oh, how I’ve wished to that. I’ve always wanted to be free for just one night.”
“And you shall have that one night, tonight,” he said as he pulled her into his arms and dragged her to the dance floor.
They danced up until 10 or so before she asked if they could sit. They sat at the nearest available table. After sitting her, he quickly grabbed a chair and sat next to her, close.
A waiter came over and asked, “Would like anything to drink?”
“2 scotch on the rocks,” he replied.
“What is this scotch?”
“It is an exquisite drink. You must try some.”
He reached for her and put it around the glass. He watched her slowly bring it under the cloth to take a sip.
“It has an interesting taste to it. It is rather pleasant.”
“What is your name? My name is Lord Windswept.”
“What a romantic name. My name is Sum Fa. It means Heart Flower,” she said as she took another sip.